[ The rending tear in what must be the fabric or barrier of this place sends a chill straight down the gate guard's spine. She actually stops in her tracks, surveying the struggling man and the danger he is in. ]
No! I am not leaving you! [ Stubborn or not, she races forward and makes a grab for his wrists. Planting her feet, she hoists him along with as much strength as she can muster in this pose. ]
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No! I am not leaving you! [ Stubborn or not, she races forward and makes a grab for his wrists. Planting her feet, she hoists him along with as much strength as she can muster in this pose. ]